Luyện nghe bài hát Nosetalgia

20 plus of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby monster
No there's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring was numbed by the
Gem Star and a dinner plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, my dinner date
crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute
Nigga, I was in the school zone
Two beepers on me, jacket that was two toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got mule on
Black Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a full of chains and a arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a
Zhivago tried to fight the urge Ivan Drago
If he he dies, like Doughboy to Tre
If he rides he rides, punches in the room
If he cries he cries, we don't away the pain
When a die we add a link to the chain
a nigga name in your flesh
We playing on a game of chess
Once you his bills who's gone fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the
on the scale digital, my only Timex
Nigga, is timeless, simply cause it's honest
Pure as the fumes that be fucking my sinus
Nigga this is Simon says, red
Blood on diamonds til you dying, dead, yah!

You better change comes out your speaker

You wanna see a body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas
Troubles on my mind, I still smell
My little brother
Smokers repeatedly my Sega Genesis
that or my auntie was stealing it
Hit the pipe and start it
Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed did that
This was different, geez, Louise help me relax
Quantum physics could never you the world I was in
I was ten
Back when ounces have got you ten
And nine out of ten niggas don't pay attention
And when there's tension in the air nines come with
My daddy dumped a quarter piece to a and a half
a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails his pinky to treat his nose
Shirt open, taco meat land on his gold
I said "daddy, one day I'mma get you right 36 zips
1000 of cocaine then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice in it, Deebo on perimeter"
He said "son, how you think you be my connect?"
Said "pops, your ass is washed up all due respect"
He said "well nigga, show me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, verse is a brick
Your son dope,
Now what you sowed, nigga
reap what you sowed, nigga
I was in '87, my grand daddy a legend
Now the same shit y'all was smoking is my profession
get it

They must be on the dick of

They be on the dick of who?